The Chris Bellows' Collection

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Lenore

I spy Judy returning from behind the garage. The black and white face of our leashed human Dalmatian follows and he has a look of relief, as one who has been shot at and missed.

Our pup thinks that with the darkness and the serving of coffee his afternoon is over. Well, Beverly is both intrigued and somewhat giddy with drink, and she is not one who ends a soiree with a simple anticlimactic ‘good night’ and a wave goodbye.

“There’s our little beast.” she exclaims with mocked enthusiasm.

“It’s time for Willie the dog to give the birthday girl a nice present. Let’s see what has he brought? I don’t see anything for her.”

Beverly grabs the leash, which Judy knows to relinquish with a confident smile. The sizable woman gruffly tugs, dragging a comically crawling Willie toward Chloe. Even in the gloaming she looks radiant and though poor Willie has to shuffle elbows and knees with inordinate rapidity, he seems happy to once again be in Chloe’s proximity. When Beverly pulls back on the leash and commands ‘stay’, Willie promptly halts and looks up into the face of my angelic housemate. He is both infatuated and embarrassed, I am sure thinking of what smooth words he would be uttering to introduce himself in a more vanilla setting.

“Well, what can a little puppy offer to show affection for his Master on her birthday.”

Beverly pauses. I know that diabolical look. She can be incorrigible, and no one will dare correct her behavior, though I doubt any one is in the frame of mind to do so.

“How about he shows her how he’s maturing? Our puppy is not as young as one thinks, Chloe.”

With that Beverly again lifts Willie’s collar to raise his front paws and underbelly and flaunt his massive erection.

“Ooooh, I think he’s in love with his Master, and he likes to show off. Want to show off pup? Show Miss Chloe that you’re really a big dog?

Three fingers of Beverly’s powerful left hand slip under the collar. Her right hand releases the leash. She stoops and palms Willie’s p***s which is exceedingly large and stiff; its still glistening purple head coated with smegma and well lit by the pool lights.

“Show Miss Chloe how much you adore her.”

Though some guests have begun to leave, all return to view Beverly’s antics. She really knows how to end a party.

Beverly expertly circles the uncut flesh of the frenulum and begins a slow up and down motion. There is laughter with Willie’s muffled groan of pleasure. Chloe smiles with delight. Willie rolls his eyes in disbelief.

The party is not yet over.